Darkness Over All

Crispus Poor

Description:

Age:360
Apparent Age: Pre-Torpor 18/Post-Torpor mid 30s/40s w/graying hair
Appearance: He wears a white t-shirt, stained with oil, under a long weathered revolutionary war soldiers jacket. Sometimes he’ll wear a denim jacket underneath the soldiers jacket. He usually has a red bandanna hanging from his neck.

Crispus Poor was born to a poor family of french farmers in the late 17th Century. His rebellious attitude did not work well with his feudal class and it wasn’t long before he got in trouble. The eccentric French Noble who ruled the area where his family lived turned out to be a Kindred and saved Crispus from the guillotine moments before his execution. Those years were quiet possibly the greatest for young Crispus as he traveled the land with his Sire. His Sire told him little of his past but instead filled him with stories of King Arthur and his knights instilling a sense of duty to his fellow man. His Sire, who never gave himself a name, was eventually killed by the other Kindred in the area in his quest for heroism and in his final act set Crispus across the seas to the new world in the early years of the 18th Century.

Crispus was all alone between the 1710 and 1720 though he did end up having many ghouls. His attempts to follow his Sires moralistic views kept him starved and weak many days. Eventually he ended up in Philadelphia and there he met a band of likeminded Kindred. They called themselves the Knights of the Round, the name gave Crispus chills. He finally found allies in these men and in the next 40 years they worked to help the needy and defend Philadelphia from the evil of man and kindred alike. In this period he rose to be a leader among the group, the only one who was taught by his Sire the art of diplomacy. When the War for Independence began the Knights helped fight the British and the Mekhet’s among them invented many interesting ways to survive the sun in those grueling journeys.

After the war the Knights gathered their allies and readied for a battle of a different type. They decided to mirror the founding fathers and create a set of rules to promote a moralistic vampiric lifestyle, a symbiotic relationship with man rather than being predators and leeches. Each put their ideas down, a combination of mind and morals that ended up with something they could be proud of. They gave each of the colonies their own set of Princes. For the first time in their lives they could see themselves as something more than The Damned. Of course it was soon the fall. The first to die was the youngest of them in Boston disappearing in the knight. The next day he was found in the river dismembered. Crispus was next. Betrayed by his closest friend, and Irishman named Arthur O’Cuinn, he was set upon by his hated rivals in The Lancea Sanctum. As he was dragged through the streets his enemies grew. A few older kindred in The Invictus, thirsty to pay back imagined slights, helped finalize his execution. The guillotine he avoided so many years ago would finally be his end.

In the end it was the sacrifice of his allies that saved him, a group of fifteen of his closest allies broke him out of the jail they put him in. They died in the process and in grief he dug his own grave in the wilds beyond the city and laid himself to rest in a hastily built coffin. He woke in 85, devoid of his powers and foggy from a very uncomfortable sleep. He used a portion of the money that multiplied in his torpor to buy a rundown gas station near his grave. Since then he’s spent his time learning cars and keeping himself from remembering the days when he mattered.

Bio:

Crispus Poor was born to a poor family of french farmers in the late 17th Century. His rebellious attitude did not work well with his feudal class and it wasn’t long before he got in trouble. The eccentric French Noble who ruled the area where his family lived turned out to be a Kindred and saved Crispus from the guillotine moments before his execution. Those years were quiet possibly the greatest for young Crispus as he traveled the land with his Sire. His Sire told him little of his past but instead filled him with stories of King Arthur and his knights instilling a sense of duty to his fellow man. His Sire, who never gave himself a name, was eventually killed by the other Kindred in the area in his quest for heroism and in his final act set Crispus across the seas to the new world in the early years of the 18th Century.

Crispus was all alone between the 1710 and 1720 though he did end up having many ghouls. His attempts to follow his Sires moralistic views kept him starved and weak many days. Eventually he ended up in Philadelphia and there he met a band of likeminded Kindred. They called themselves the Knights of the Round, the name gave Crispus chills. He finally found allies in these men and in the next 40 years they worked to help the needy and defend Philadelphia from the evil of man and kindred alike. In this period he rose to be a leader among the group, the only one who was taught by his Sire the art of diplomacy. When the War for Independence began the Knights helped fight the British and the Mekhet’s among them invented many interesting ways to survive the sun in those grueling journeys.

After the war the Knights gathered their allies and readied for a battle of a different type. They decided to mirror the founding fathers and create a set of rules to promote a moralistic vampiric lifestyle, a symbiotic relationship with man rather than being predators and leeches. Each put their ideas down, a combination of mind and morals that ended up with something they could be proud of. They gave each of the colonies their own set of Princes. For the first time in their lives they could see themselves as something more than The Damned. Of course it was soon the fall. The first to die was the youngest of them in Boston disappearing in the knight. The next day he was found in the river dismembered. Crispus was next. Betrayed by his closest friend, and Irishman named Arthur O’Cuinn, he was set upon by his hated rivals in The Lancea Sanctum. As he was dragged through the streets his enemies grew. A few older kindred in The Invictus, thirsty to pay back imagined slights, helped finalize his execution. The guillotine he avoided so many years ago would finally be his end.

In the end it was the sacrifice of his allies that saved him, a group of fifteen of his closest allies broke him out of the jail they put him in. They died in the process and in grief he dug his own grave in the wilds beyond the city and laid himself to rest in a hastily built coffin. He woke in 85, devoid of his powers and foggy from a very uncomfortable sleep. He used a portion of the money that multiplied in his torpor to buy a rundown gas station near his grave. Since then he’s spent his time learning cars and keeping himself from remembering the days when he mattered.